house a house, a mortgage for my life,
of divorce - beach hut for my wife!
beaches we lay claim
towel to hide our shame,
got there first - it must be theirs!
else can I go sit in chairs
study sand and sea and stone,
the ring of dog and bone?
by side cheery rainbowed timbers hide,
best a sinking sense of fallen pride,
inside the naked change -
the beach with flesh arranged,
from the ships what do they see?
they are there then where are we?
sees the least and what’s to say
view’s not best the other way?
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